digital art: ralph murre
Come Closer
by
Joan Wiese Johannes
Heavy
air wanders
around
the corner of the barn
bends
into evening
and
staggers through the peonies
to
meet me under the porch light
where
dizzy moths flit
and
midges swarm
around
the naked bulb.
Tonight
I wonder why
I
once thought love darkens
too
soon in June
when
days are too long
and
nights too eagerly late,
when stems grow spindly
weak
from
too
much too fast too soon.
A
night-blooming blossom
luminous
as the moon
reminds
me of something
I
should have done
~
previously appeared in Poetry Dispatch
